There should be no valuable clues in Mu Hanzhi's mother and son, I said goodbye to them, and when I turned around, I saw the child take out a few glass beads from his coat pocket, one by one in the five bowls in front of him, I watched his actions curiously.

The child's mouth muttered in a childish voice.

Came back for dinner.

Every time he said a word, he put a glass bead in the bowl, his movements were slow, his eyes were still empty and sluggish, he lived in his own imaginary world, he couldn't remember anything when he was awake, looking at this child, how much reminded me of the past when I was a child, the shadow of rejection and isolation has been with me for most of my childhood, I looked at him with some pity.

The child's hand stopped in front of the fifth bowl, and when I spread out my hand, I found that there were no marbles in his palm, and the child looked at the bowl in front of him, and then searched in his pocket.

I suddenly remembered that the marbles lost by the child on the street were with me, I took them out and walked back to hand them over, Mu Hanzhi shook his head next to him to stop it, the child is cut off from the outside world, he still lives in a private world, can not be disturbed by things and people in the outside world, if he is disturbed and awakened, the child will be unable to distinguish between the illusory and the real, and the illness will be more serious.

I withdrew my hand and looked at the helpless child, who was still blankly searching for the marbles in my hand, and then I saw him stand up and walk alone to the corner, clinging to the wall and covering his eyes with his hands.

"I'm not obedient after eating, and I have to play hide and seek, okay, you go and hide, I'll come to you."

The child starts counting down from five.

Five...... Four...... Three......

"What is he doing?" I asked Mu Hanzhi beside me curiously.

"If he can't find marbles, he'll play the game." Mu Hanzhi looked at the glass beads in my hand. "He will continue to sleepwalk until he finds it himself, you can't just give it to him."

I looked at the glass beads in my hand thoughtfully, not knowing whether it was out of pity for the child and wanted to play with him, or if I wanted to know how he could find the marbles in my hand in this dark building, I actually canceled the idea of leaving, and told Mu Hanzhi that I planned to play with the child.

I walked to the seventh floor, there was no light here, the long corridor was out of sight, like a deep black hole, the dilapidated building was as silent as death, and I walked in the dark corridor with an eerie feeling.

I was attracted by a place where there was a lot of debris, a lot of abandoned or too late to dispose of it to be piled up in a haphazard manner, just enough for me to be alone, and I carefully hid in it with marbles in my hand.

Through the gap in the debris, with the help of the faint moonlight, I could faintly see the empty corridor, and on the opposite side of the debris there was an erected mirror with a crack in it, which must have been accidentally broken and thrown here.

The mirror just reflects the pile of debris where I am hiding, can the child find me in this position? I'm starting to regret playing games with a sleepwalking kid who is so serious that he can't finish the game he has to complete every night if he can't find me.

I waited in the pile for a long time, but I didn't see the child, I always inadvertently looked at the broken mirror on the opposite side through the gap, I remember when I was a child, I always liked to sit alone in front of the mirror, and always at night, at first my mother didn't care, when she woke up from her sleep many times, she saw me sitting alone in front of the mirror and talking to herself, my mother became a little frightened and afraid, and finally my mother hysterically smashed the mirror in front of me.

And then ......

My mother hanged herself the next day, when I was still young, why my mother suddenly chose to commit suicide until now I have not figured it out, I only remember that night my mother was still holding the windmill promised to me, I remember that my mother's cold body hung on the roof beam, I supported her body, stood on tiptoe to blow the windmill in her hand, and my mother's body shook like a swing under my pull.

But after the high fever at the age of seven, many things became blurry or even lost in my memory, and I can't remember why I sat in front of the mirror every night, and I don't know why I talked to myself in the mirror.

What I saw in the mirror, or rather, I was sleepwalking like the child, but the sleepwalker would not know what he had done, and I still remember it very clearly.

Ding dong...... Ding dong......

The crisp sound of the bell interrupted my memory, ringing very clearly in the dead corridor, the child had already gone up to the seventh floor, I didn't know what the sleepwalking child was relying on to find something, according to the time, he should have come all the way up from the fifth floor.

I couldn't see the sides of the corridor where I was hiding, and I could only judge the distance of the bell from the child's anklet, and the bell rang immediately with every step the child took, and the bell became more and more advanced, striking on my heart, making me feel an inexplicable nervousness.

I could see the mirror on the opposite side through the gap in the clutter, and I could vaguely see both sides of the corridor inside, and there were not many reasons for the light.

The bell was close at hand, and I saw a child's feet exposed in the dim mirror, and then the body, the child's white clothes were very eye-catching in the mirror, because it was black pants, I couldn't see his feet, and when he appeared in the mirror, he looked like a fluttering white shadow.

I didn't understand why my heart was beating faster, the closer he got to me, the more nervous I became, as if I was really afraid of being found by him, and even deliberately tried to control my breathing, hiding in the clutter pile and completely blending in with the darkness.

The child floated past me at a steady pace, and if it weren't for the bell on his foot, I suspected he had no foot, until he disappeared from the mirror on the other side of the corridor, like a ghost that had never appeared.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, I actually had some inexplicable disappointment in my heart, I don't want to say that this child is hiding, I'm afraid that an adult may not be able to find it, Mu Hanzhi said that the child must find the glass beads by himself, so it is estimated that his game will not be completed tonight.

I was stunned for a moment, and found that it was too quiet, and I could still hear the sound of the bell when the child walked past me, but now there was a dead silence in the darkness, and he had not left the seventh floor yet, and the bell would not disappear so quickly.

He should stay in the darkness that I can't see.

What's he doing?

My doubts were interrupted again by the ringing of the bell, this time still from far and near, and I looked into the mirror, the only way I could see the corridor.

A white shadow slowly appeared from the darkness, the child's back came out first, and then his hands, he walked back backwards, and my heart that had just fallen slowly rose again, like an unarmed person hiding in the grass, suddenly realizing the feeling of being discovered by a wild beast.

The child retreated to the front of the pile of debris, still leaning sideways, and after standing silently for a long time, he slowly turned around to me, and I involuntarily squirmed my Adam's apple, and suddenly I had an eerie feeling.

Until he was completely across from me, staring at me deadly.

I don't know if he actually saw me, because it was impossible for him to see me behind the pile of debris in such a dark environment.

But I don't dare to look directly into the child's eyes, the dark pupils make his eyes look extraordinarily large, maybe because of the light, I can't see the whites of his eyes at all, like two bottomless black holes embedded in his face.

His expressionless face and immobile body stared at me like this.

I squirmed my Adam's apple, and my breathing was uncontrollably heavy.

I saw the child slowly raise his hand and point his raised fingers at me impartially.

I see you, go back to dinner!

A childish voice sounded in the darkness, breaking the silence of the corridor, and an eerie aura flowed in the air.

My hands were shaking and I didn't know when I was in a cold sweat, and I wanted to get out of the clutter and hand him the glass beads, regretting playing such a game with him.

Bite!

The sound of the glass bead falling to the ground, and then it began to roll forward, and the sound sounded from behind me, and when I turned my head, I saw a marble roll out of the darkness behind me and roll all the way down in front of the child.

The glass beads in my hand are still there.

As the child dug down to pick up the marbles, the mirror on the opposite side reappeared in my sight, and in the dim light, I could clearly see a pair of children's hands sticking out behind me, and a pair of eyes that did not blink in the dark.

I turned around in a panic, and it was still pitch black.

I can even hear my own heartbeat now.

There was always a kid in the clutter heap where I was hiding.

I slowly raised my hand and reached out to grope in the dark, there was nothing in the small space, I clenched the marbles in my hand, and when I turned around, the child had already left, and when I came out of the clutter pile, I found that my back was faintly cold, and I was full of cold sweat when I touched it with my hand.

How could marbles roll out of the darkness behind me?

What's the matter with the hand and the eyes I saw?

Is it really me that kid is playing hide and seek?

My mind was filled with unexplainable doubts, I stopped in front of the broken mirror, my head began to ache sharply, I covered my hands to make myself feel better, and some fragments flashed in my mind.

That should be the memory of when I was born, I have forgotten for a long time, I was born at two o'clock in the morning, just when the ghost door was opened, they all said that memory has color, my memory at that time was the color of white and black, and then my mother told me that at the moment of birth, countless black crows gathered on the sycamore at the entrance of my yard from all directions, and the noisy and piercing cry lasted all night, and the whole yard was covered by a thick layer of frost and dew like the white cloth of the mourning hall.

My father believed in the order to find someone to count the eight characters for me, and the people who looked at me said that I was.

The crow perches on the sycamore, and the hundred ghosts also obey. Black and white are impermanent, and the family is cut off.

It wasn't until many years later that I understood the meaning of these words, I was a son sent by a hundred ghosts, my life was hard to hurt people, my parents were tortured, and I was an ominous person.

But at that time, my parents didn't want to believe these things, but for as long as I can remember, the adults in the village did not let the children play with me, because those infant babies were always inexplicably frightened and cried all night after seeing me, and the villagers believed that the children's heavenly spirit cover could see dirty things before they grew up, and over time there were no more playmates around me, and the only thing left was the black cat and black dog in the village.

I don't know why, they always stare at me after dark, only to realize later that they were actually staring behind me.

My mother feels sorry for me, and always uses wheat straw to weave grasshoppers and dragonflies or grasshoppers very dexterously, and sometimes there will be grass men to play with me, in fact, I am not lonely at all, I always like to sit in front of the mirror and talk to myself.

When my mother saw it, she would sadly turn her face away and wipe the corners of her eyes, then stand beside me, stroke my head and smile kindly, and say to the mirror, look, there is my little baby in the mirror, I turned around to look at my mother, and shook my head very seriously, mother, you are not pointing at me, it is Ergou.

I saw my mother's smile frozen on her face, and took a step back in a little panic, Ergou is a neighbor's child, fell out of bed, fell to his head and died for more than a year, I think the reason for my mother's panic is because, I have never seen Ergou.

I looked at my mother's feet, raised my head and said calmly, Mother, you stepped on Uncle He.

My mother looked in the direction of my finger, I saw that my mother's hand was shaking slightly, and her expression was full of panic, Uncle He was an old man in the village, he died of illness five years ago, no one had ever told me, and my mother didn't know how I knew about this person.

The corners of the mother's mouth squirmed, and finally a few words timidly squeezed out of her mouth, who else?

A lot, there are a lot of people in the mirror, mother, can't you see it? My childish smile and my mother's pale face were in stark contrast in the mirror.

My mother frantically grabbed the chair and smashed the mirror, the torn glass was scattered all over the ground, I cried and squatted on the ground to pick up the pieces, the sharp edge cut my fingers, and the shattered lenses reflected a shocking blood red, I kept saying in my mouth, she is my mother, don't blame her.

My mother promised to make me a windmill, at night I went to my mother's room without lights, the dim moonlight shone through the window, my mother always tried her best to make me happy, this time she hung on the roof beam, I saw the windmill in her hand, I grabbed my mother's dangling legs, stood on tiptoe and blew on the windmill, the windmill turned colorful, I giggled next to me, my mother's body shook under me, swaying like a swing, but my mother has not talked to me, and her body is a little cold.

My mother was carried out, my body was covered with a white cloth, I took the windmill to blow, in the gap between the windmills I saw my father's hateful and resentful eyes, the room began to become deserted, my father drank all day long, no one cared about me anymore, I put the broken mirror back together, the mother I hadn't seen for a long time also appeared inside, when my father came back, I happily pointed to the mirror and said happily, look, my mother is inside-

After my father was stunned for a moment, he smashed the wine bottle in his hand like crazy, grabbed me by the collar and walked towards the pond, the pond is bottomless, and many people die every year.

I shook my body in fear, I had never seen my father like this, although I knew that he had never liked me very much, my drunken father stumbled, stumbled and fell into the pool, but no matter how I looked at him, it was as if he had been pushed down, my father was struggling in the water, but he couldn't get up, as if something was grabbing his leg under the water, I squatted by the pond in a daze, watching my father slowly disappear into the water, I sat there all night, and at dawn, I saw my father again, he floated up motionless, I remember that my father was also carried away, and his body was also covered with a white cloth, and then everyone's eyes, and I vaguely remember the hostility and alienation in that gaze.

Later, I was sent to an orphanage, when I was seven years old, I had a serious illness, and the high fever did not go away for more than ten days, thinking that I would not survive, maybe I was really hard, and actually carried it, but after waking up, I could no longer see the things that had been following me.

The more I thought about it, the worse the headache became, until these fragments slowly disappeared from my mind, the pain in my head began to ease, and the illness at the age of seven seemed to be really not light, so that my memory became disordered, I rubbed my forehead vigorously, maybe it was too much pressure, and I began to think unrealistically.

Anyway, I tried to find all kinds of reasons to comfort myself, and when my head no longer hurt, I went back the way I came, and when I went down to the fifth floor, the sleepwalking child and Mu Hanzhi were gone.

I even had the illusion that I had never met them before.

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